The Black Circle.

Two small colored circles sit upon a tiny wooden workbench tucked away in a cluttered corner of a desolate green garage.

This room has been forgotten by those who need it most.

So many things that are no longer used on a daily basis are thrown into this room. Everything is piled high. It's a room for useless garbage.

It wasn't always a garage though.

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200 years ago this was a war room.

Decisions were made here. In particular, a decision regarding the fate of the world was made here by some incredibly important people. It was a lasting decision that was meant to be carried on throughout history.

Everyone on this shallow planet gets up every morning to go to their empty job. They work away mindlessly for some nameless corporation.

Hammering away, hammering away.

Nailing, biting, scratching for a simple dollar bill.

To pay the rent.

To pay for dinner.

It seems they've forgotten, or perhaps they simply never knew, about the garage.

Perhaps they don't know about the circles.

Several hundred meters below the war room is a nuclear device capable of destroying the entire planet. It is connected to the circles that sit atop the tiny workbench waiting for input from the citizens.

The people don't know that they are citizens anymore though. They are simply people working away for some nameless entity that doesn't care about them.

Why should they care about the government when the government only wants to serve it's own interest..... and that interest is not for anyone but the elite.

The elite. Who are they? The circles don't care.

The circles need input. You see, the circles are actually a dead man's switch to ensure that no one entity comes into power, thereby destroying nature's intricate balance.

The circles are red and blue.

The elite press the red button when they get in their fancy cars. They press their red button when they look down their very long hallways at their expensive furniture. They press their red button when they eat their $500 dinners on very tall tables that can only be reached by stepping on the backs of the poor.

We the people.

We do not have a red button.

Our button is blue.

We the people don't know about the dead man's switch. We only know about the carrot. We reach for the carrot everyday because we are so hungry that we literally need that carrot to survive.

The elite, though, they know about the dead man's switch. They think pressing their red button is enough to cause the detonator to stay inactive.

Press the red button. Press the red button. Again and again.

Perhaps they've simply convinced himself that there is no blue button.

People.

We the people.

Remember the blue button.

Press the blue button.

For without the blue circle there is only a red circle, and deep below the surface of the Earth in the center of a nuclear reactor, a black circle which signals the end of time.